Here we go.
Just to sum it up, I’m about to cross the atlantic from Martinique to Belgium to learn how to sail and to pass time until I can leave the Canaries by boat to South America.
So here we go, since Gran Canaria, I flew with Serge the Skipper to Martinique and spend one week there before sailing.
We met Guy, the last crew member that join us in our long trip.
We bought enough food for 2 months and left in a hot morning. I was not stressed but just curious. I had no experience of sailing and did not really know what to expect.
Serge organized the life very well. We would share the night in 3 quarters where each of us would take a shift to make sure the boat follow his road.
Concerning the food, we would cook each of us one out of 3 days.
It took me some time to get adjust to this new world. It was not easy as I had to follow many rules I was not familiar with but after some days, I was completely immersed into this world.
I would live with the sun for the next 2 months
And the moon
And the dolphins that would visit us often and play with us
It took us 4 weeks to navigate from Martinique to the Açores… Walking and seeing green color is not an over rated pleasure, trust me.
We made a small break, enjoy pleasures of thoses islands
Fill up food, wine, rhum and batteries…
and kept for 3 another weeks then to deliver the boat to Belgium.
I recommend everyone that want to know if your wife/husband is the right one to try that transatlantic experience. You’ll know if your mate is the good one or not very fast !
Besides that, you’ll eventually calm down and realize our planet is mainly water and there is wild life all over it.
Arriving in Belgium was a strange feeling after being disconnected from everything (tv, internet, smartphone, weather forecast, friends, family, showers… ) and lived in 12 m for 2 months…
Anyway, our arrival in Brussels was legendary and after a couple of drinks I was literally Arthur Manneken pis !
After visiting Bruxelles with Serge, I started hitchhiking again. Passed fast through Germany to visit a precious friend of mine
and went to Austria to pick it up my new tent I ordered months ago.
It’s called man, the Flying tent. I made a 2500 hitchhiking detour just to make sure I get it. I’m no longer subject to mosquitoes and any kind of crawling shit.
Only 2 kilos of pure happiness !
I kept on going to Switzerland, France and I started my worldtrip all again ! I saw friends that were on my way…
Summertime in Europe is always nice
And finished my trip in France In Biarritz
And left my country like I did 6 months ago by saying drinking some wine with my sister…
I followed the path I took 6 months ago. Spain, Portugal, Morocco again !
Nothing changed that much except it was really hot that time and it was the wedding season in Morocco. Everyday, you would hear car horn celebrating a new union wherever I would go.
Coming back allowed to me to proudly assist at my cousin wedding (look at them they are beautiful 🙂
and got invited several time to some others while hitchhiking like that day I met that crazy Taha and his friend that got married !
Assisting at those traditions while being the only non moroccan in the ceremony was something.
In the end of august, I finally reached Agadir where I visited my very special friend Incham and his roomate Amine… over the most humble and smartest people I met so far.
His surprise was a big as mine when I discovered he bought a guitar when I left and started learning by himself !
I taught them the few blues scales I knew and then went to the marina to reach Canarias islands. Unfortunately there was no boats except one leaving to Madere. I went to ask the captain and realized it was a friend I knew from Las Palmas. We laughed decided to go together as in Madere, the marina is much bigger !
But man it was meant to be an easy navigation but we faced a hell of a storm that putted me down. I let it go one more time for 48 hours and believe I would die on that damn boat until the sun finally showed up (5 days later) and let Madere island appear…
Well as I have said in the beginning of that article, Madere is one of this place you should visit. I found over the nicest, humble people ever.
It’s not that far from Europe, very cheap and the landscapes are sick !
After being sick on that boat, I NEEDED to go hiking very bad. I went solo trekking one week and covered most of the island like I did in Las Palmas before the transatlantic. I hope those pictures would make you travel there
It feels like you are on “l’île de la Réunion”
There is waterfall everywhere
and it goes to 1800m (Pico Ruivo)
Full of crazy trail
Cliffs on both sides, better walk straight !
And deep and 5 century old forests…
They also make a great punch (rhum) that does not help you to walk, at all
Anyway I came back to the port of Funchal and after fews days wandering around I met Jean Baptiste, a french skipper, that took me straight to Las Palmas !
He was very nice as he initialy wanted to do his worldtrip alone…
We left the port while saying goodbye to Jorge, an amazing portuguese that hosted me on his boat the time I was looking for a ride… He welcomed as a member of his family taking me pubs, clubs, family… A 20 years old granpa !
Not even an hour after leaving we witnessed a savage hunt of doplhins and birds chasing sardinas… What an entrance to the wild world of the Atlantic
Few hours later, we faced conditions that were not comfortable at all… We got big big waves… But it is always the same rule, let it go once, or twice and you will feel better. Damn rule…
We finished our navigation steering the boat one after the other as the auto pilot just died !
So here it is !
After a detour of 15000 km and 4 months , I’m back to Las Palmas, my original destination ! Now I’m ready to do the original transatlantic to Brazil !
See you there fellas !